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Friday, December 22, 2006
The eve of the eve of christmas eve
The eve of the eve of christmas eve. It was a day spent wholly at work, a day I would not like to repeat. Work.
Work-1. Wrestling banglas for a spot on the bus.
2. Punching in the card the correct way.
3. Spend 7.30am-6.30pm doing endless work.(non-stop)
4. Hopefully getting a visit or msg frm a friend.
5. Falling asleep on the bus home.
I can't say I have really adapted to work. It's really more of a zhou yi bu kan yi bu routine for me (direct chinese translation of walk 1 step at a time and see how the future unfolds)
HR, being HR, is something like a publication unit, equipped with desirable environments and details that would mislead any potential job seeker into thinking that his/her allocation would be just as good as it is in HR.
By mislead, I mean that the rest of the place sucks.
The fhking banglas all like to eat snake. 1 day can receive at least 20 mcs. which i have to do data entry.
The diagnosis are often in the bangla's own handwriting.
And given their awesome understanding of english, fever can become feaver, feaves or fevar.
It is horrible.
It is 1 thing, howerver, to be able to interpret bangla's english and another altogether to read the doctor's handwriting.
Dealing with new terms such as the various terms of drugs, all 20 letters long and trying to interpret its full name from a line of (this is exactly what he wrote) ~~~~~~~~~.
Yes. He wrote gibberish.
How to read gibberish 101.
Then I found out I havent been punching in and out correctly, and had to write a timekeeping sheet to ensure my OT was recognised, involving more work. Sucks man.
When it is early morning, the situation is really like diarrhoea. You get a whole pile of diseased **** flowing into your environment.
Then today, the worst happened.
I fell asleep on the bus home. Found myself being the only 1,besides the bus driver, on the bus.
'No more stops.' I was frantic. Luckily i didn't sleep further than park oasis and i begged the bus driver to let me disembark at a bus stop.
Horrible. 30 minutes of walking to get home.
Just great.
I hate my job, I hate the possibility of working OT tmr.
Anytime BUT tmr. NO WAY I'm gonna do OT tmr.
Work-1. Wrestling banglas for a spot on the bus.
2. Punching in the card the correct way.
3. Spend 7.30am-6.30pm doing endless work.(non-stop)
4. Hopefully getting a visit or msg frm a friend.
5. Falling asleep on the bus home.
I can't say I have really adapted to work. It's really more of a zhou yi bu kan yi bu routine for me (direct chinese translation of walk 1 step at a time and see how the future unfolds)
HR, being HR, is something like a publication unit, equipped with desirable environments and details that would mislead any potential job seeker into thinking that his/her allocation would be just as good as it is in HR.
By mislead, I mean that the rest of the place sucks.
The fhking banglas all like to eat snake. 1 day can receive at least 20 mcs. which i have to do data entry.
The diagnosis are often in the bangla's own handwriting.
And given their awesome understanding of english, fever can become feaver, feaves or fevar.
It is horrible.
It is 1 thing, howerver, to be able to interpret bangla's english and another altogether to read the doctor's handwriting.
Dealing with new terms such as the various terms of drugs, all 20 letters long and trying to interpret its full name from a line of (this is exactly what he wrote) ~~~~~~~~~.
Yes. He wrote gibberish.
How to read gibberish 101.
Then I found out I havent been punching in and out correctly, and had to write a timekeeping sheet to ensure my OT was recognised, involving more work. Sucks man.
When it is early morning, the situation is really like diarrhoea. You get a whole pile of diseased **** flowing into your environment.
Then today, the worst happened.
I fell asleep on the bus home. Found myself being the only 1,besides the bus driver, on the bus.
'No more stops.' I was frantic. Luckily i didn't sleep further than park oasis and i begged the bus driver to let me disembark at a bus stop.
Horrible. 30 minutes of walking to get home.
Just great.
I hate my job, I hate the possibility of working OT tmr.
Anytime BUT tmr. NO WAY I'm gonna do OT tmr.